Poetry and other writings by, for and about bikers, motorcycles, motorcycle riders, biker lifestyle. I'm not a 1%'er but I'll accept poems or stories from or about 1%'ers. I ride a Harley, but I will publish here writings by anyone with something to say about riding motorcycles, no matter what you ride. To submit your work just send to Uglicoyote.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Yesterday (7/25) we brought the Viet Nam Memorial Moving Wall into town for a four day stay. The Moving Wall is a replica of the real Memorial in Washington, D.C., although smaller. All 58,195 names are there. It will remain on display through Sunday during our POW*MIA Rally and Bike Rodeo. It was while I was riding as part of the 125 bike escort to The Wall that this poem came to me.

Escorting the Wall

We escorted The Moving Wall todayRode beside it into our townThe names all there reminding usOf brothers and Sisters who went down

We escorted The Moving Wall todayBut it isn’t with The Wall that we rideWe ride with those fifty-eight thousand,One ninety-five brothers and sisters who died.

They went off to Viet Nam to serveTheir country and you and meThey served us well, but then they fellTheir homes never again to see

The Wall is a moving symbolBut we don’t ride with The WallIts all those people whose names are thereWe’re riding with those who gave all.

So visit the wall and bow your headsRemember them with pride,Then raise them a glass and keep riding onWith the spirits of those who died.